That's Why I'm Here - The Long And Short Of It

You're probably wondering why I'm here And so am I So am I Just as much as you wonder 'Bout me bein' in this place (yeah) That's just how much I marvel At the lameness on your face You rise each day the same old way And join your friends out on the street Spray your hair and think you're neat I think your life is incomplete But maybe that's not for me to say They only pay me here to play (I wanna hear Caravan with a drum sola!) You're probably wondering why I'm here And so am I So am I Just as much as you wonder 'Bout me starin' back at you (yeah) That's just how much I question The corny things you do You paint your face and then you chase To meet the gang where the action is Stomp all night and drink your fizz Roll your car and say, "Gee whiz!" You tore a big hole in your convertible top What will you tell your mom and pop? (Mom, I tore a big hole in the convertible) You're probably wondering why I'm here And so am I So am I Just as much as you wonder If I mean just what I say (yeah) That's just how much I question The social games you play You told your mom you're stoked on Tom And went for a cruise in Freddie's car Tommy's asking where you are You boogied all night in a cheesy bar Plastic boots and plastic hat And you think you know where it's at? Yeah You're probably wondering why I'm here (Not that it makes a heck of a lot of a difference to ya!)

Person to person And man to man I'm back in touch with my long lost friend Listen to reason And understand And think of me from way back when He said, "Me and Melissa Well, we fell out of love Ran out of luck Seems like lightning struck I've been thinkin' of leavin' But I can't raise a buck James, I'm wondering, could I borrow your truck?" I said, "That's why I'm here" (that's why I'm here) Got no better reason That's why I'm standing before you (that's why I'm here) That's why I'm here John's gone found dead He dies high he's brown bread Later said to have drowned in his bed After the laughter The wave of the dread It hits us like a ton of lead It seems "learn not to burn" Means to turn on a dime Walk on if you're walking Even if it's an uphill climb Try to remember that That working's no crime Just don't let 'em take And waste your time That's why I'm here (that's why I'm here) There'll be no more messes tonight That's why I'm here (that's why I'm here) Whoa, that's why I'm here This is an I.O.U I reckon I owe you one now Listen Wendy and listen Gloria This'll be better tomorrow Oh, fortune and fame's such a curious game Perfect strangers Can call you by name And pay good money to hear "Fire And Rain" Again and again and again Oh, some are like summer Coming back every year Got your baby, got your blanket Got your bucket of beer I break into a grin From ear to ear And suddenly it's perfectly clear That's why I'm here (that's why I'm here) Singing tonight, tomorrow And every day That's why standin' (that's why I'm here) Whoa, that's why I'm here This is the part about Kitty and Bim He loved her And she loved him Wake 'em up, shake 'em up The middle of the night You got to tell me everything's all right I said that's why I'm here (that's why I'm here) You got me walkin' and talkin' like a natural man That's why I'm here (that's why I'm here) That's why I'm here That's right

I got 'em, I got 'em I got 'em (Zamn, Lamb, what you doin' with that?) I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em (Roll it up) I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em (Got my thing on me) I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em (Got it on me) I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em (I trap and I) I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em (And I drink, and I drink, drink) I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em (I got mine) I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em (I got mine, do you got yours?) I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em I got all kinds All type of sticks and it ain't no lie Nigga wanna play, I'ma pull up with fire Draco, AR-15 with the beam on Y'all ain't gon' wanna play, bro You like stay home (Bro, you like stay home, yeah) Yeah, loaded full, loaded paper, loaded baked potato (Yeah) I got them young niggas ready to blaze ya Y'all niggas playin', I turn you to a vapor (Vapor) More and more money, more and more haters Sticks-R-Us, they know not to play with us Grown man shit, nigga, you's a dummy Smokin' crack rock, nigga, you's a junky (Junky) You like to fall off track, you's a flunky Back in the traphouse for me, I get money With this rap shit, nigga, I'm back to my gunnin' Got my chains on, nigga ain't taking nothin' In the booth turned up, nigga, I got money Tryna have this bitch lit from Monday through Sunday Loaded, loaded, bank account got paper Loaded, loaded Glock for my hater Pop in your house like I'm Freddy Krueger Young nigga, Glock with the Ruger, ooh I don't really like to do the Rugers, ooh Some of y'all niggas do what they gotta do And they like to do what they gotta do Paid 'em in full just to come and shoot Boy, you know you through, boy, you know you done And they got the gun, boy, you better run They don't wanna hear the gunfire They don't wanna see their partner die They don't wanna see their mama cry Pissin' on your grave when you die Got no remorse, no lie Get your get-back, yeah, pussy ass nigga But you can't, pussy nigga, 'cause you died, yeah (Ahaha) But you can't, pussy nigga, 'cause you died, yeah Yeah, I got my dawgs, man, put shit in the bowl They ain't ate in a minute, they'll shake ya, yeah, yeah In Beverly, nigga, this money don't make us, yeah, yeah Came from the hood, OG's didn't make us, yeah Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, nigga? (Yeah) What is they talking 'bout, Nothin', they bluffin' Talking 'bout money, but they ain't gettin' nothin' I can see it, nigga, you ain't doin' nothin' Look at your pockets, man, you ain't got nothin' I'm like, "Damn, bruh, that don't make no sense" You ain't got no money, not even fifty cents You can't buy no fucking cigarette or shit Talking 'bout beefin', man, put that to an end I cannot beef with no J, you not my friend I'ma chase the money if it ain't comin' in Play with more money than I ever did I had to cut 'em off, I found they wasn't in Keep me a money counter 'cause it print I'm thumbin' through money, thumbin' through this shit I got these hoes in the trap bent Thumb in her booty, Perc' kickin' in Hit her from the back, now I'm going in Suck me up, bitch had say hello to my friend Mini, mini, mini MAC-10 And the car black tint Late night, she suckin', fuckin' That ain't nothin' Thinking 'bout the time I had her with her friend I just reminisce Pop in your house like I'm Freddy Krueger Young nigga, Glock with the Ruger, ooh I don't really like to do the Rugers, ooh Some of y'all niggas do what they gotta do And they like to do what they gotta do Paid 'em in full just to come and shoot Boy, you know you through, boy, you know you done And they got the gun, boy, you better run They don't wanna hear the gunfire They don't wanna see their partner die They don't wanna see their mama cry Pissin' on your grave when you die Got no remorse, no lie Get your get-back, yeah, pussy ass nigga But you can't, pussy nigga, 'cause you died, yeah (Ahaha) But you can't, pussy nigga, 'cause you died, yeah